Nan Zhou laughed. "I used to think I had no equal when it came to sweet talk, until I met you."
He tilted his head up and kissed Huo Xingye's chin. "Were you born this good with words, or did you learn it from making movies?"
Huo Xingye held him with one arm and pinched his cheek with his other hand.
"It comes from the heart."
"Oh."
Nan Zhou couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. Like a little animal, he tentatively brushed his lips against Huo Xingye's neck. "If you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back."
"Hold back from what?"
Nan Zhou turned and pressed Huo Xingye against the back of the couch, wrapped his arms around his neck, and leaned down, his breath brushing the tip of Huo Xingye's nose. "Can't you already feel it?"
"Hurry up and kiss me."
Huo Xingye chuckled, wrapped his long arms around his slender waist, and kissed those soft, alluring lips.
Nan Zhou closed his eyes.
In the midday sunlight, the clean, tidy living room brimmed with the warm winter scent of roasted chestnuts.
Just then, an abrupt ringtone broke into their intimacy.
At first, Nan Zhou didn't want to bother with it, but the ringtone was so loud that it even disrupted the music playing on the vinyl record.
He reached out from Huo Xingye's embrace, grabbed his phone from the couch, and answered.
Hao Jia's booming voice came through the receiver, so clearly that even Huo Xingye, in front of Nan Zhou, could hear every word.
"For the love of god, have you been at home these past few days?"
"If I wasn't at home, would I be in a car?"
Hao Jia said, "...Are you making a dirty joke? No, I meant to ask, are